Logan's attitude had changed since he talked to Madame Web. He was doubting everything now, and he remembered what Emma had told him over the phone. He finished his beer and crushed the can in his hand.
"Logan, are you okay?" Ororo asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "I'm heading out."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To clear up a doubt I have, that's all," he said, turning his back. "I might be back late."
Without saying anything else, he left the room and quickly searched the entire mansion for a shovel. He could only growl in frustration when he realized there were none.
"Wolvie..."
He closed his eyes and cursed his luck. Clearly, he was about to get a headache.
"What do you want, Wade?" he asked, annoyed.
"Jeez, someone's in a mood," Wade complained. "You should hook up with Storm to chill out."
"Grr..."
"Kidding!" he said nervously. "Look, I read the script and I know you need a shovel." He held it up.
"How do you even have that?"
"I was using it to plant flowers to give to the sexy Rogue," he sighed. "But turns out she's dating Gambit." He tossed the shovel to the ground. "Don't need it anymore. Take it. Whatever you're planning, it's going to fail anyway."
"You don't even know what I'm going to do," Logan crossed his arms.
"Wolvie, I'm friends with the author. I read the script."
"Grr... Thanks for the shovel," he grabbed it from the ground. "But I better go before your stupidity rubs off on me."
"Oh, Wolvie, you wound my heart..." Wade complained.
He waited until nightfall—it wouldn't be smart to walk into a cemetery with a shovel during the day. As he made his way to his destination, he thought Peter's bad luck had rubbed off on him, because it started raining.
His body trembled, probably from the rain. He stood in front of the grave of his brother in everything but blood. When he shoved the shovel into the dirt, he felt a blow to the face that knocked him to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" an angry voice asked.
He recognized that voice. He got up and faced Hope.
"I'm waiting for an answer," Hope growled.
"That's none of your business," Logan replied gruffly.
"You were going to desecrate my mentor's grave," Hope pointed. "Are you insane?"
"Tsk... You don't know why I'm doing this."
"You're right. I don't know why you do these things," Hope crossed her arms. "But I'm still waiting for an answer."
"He might be alive..." Logan whispered.
"We saw his body, Logan," she reminded him. "What made you do something this crazy?"
"Grr..."
"Logan, I know it's hard," Hope said, "but just like my mentor used to do, we have to keep going." She looked at him. "No matter how many times we fall, we'll always find a way to get back up."
"Emma talked to you, didn't she?"
"How do you know?"
"I asked her to call you, to knock some sense into you. I see she did it," he turned his back. "Looks like she helped you..." he whispered.
"Yeah, a lot," she smiled. "Thanks for asking her to help me. But... who helps you?"
..............
Jessica Drew had just put her son to bed. She felt exhausted by everything happening around her. She shook the thoughts from her mind and walked out of her son's room toward the living room, where she found Julia sitting on the couch.
"I thought you were in Japan," she said.
"I came back two days ago," Julia confessed.
"How was it?"
"Not great, to be honest," she sighed. "Everything's very confusing."
"What happened there?"
"A lot..." she sighed. "But nothing that helps us," she lied.
"So what do we do now?" Jessica asked.
"Keep going," Julia answered. "We have to wait and see if my visions become clearer." She got up from the couch.
"So your trip to Japan was a waste of time," Jessica grumbled.
"Julia..." she said seriously. "Tell me you're telling me everything."
"No, I haven't told you everything..." she whispered. "I found him," she confessed.
"Who?"
"The masked one," she looked at her. "He was with Emma, but he got away."
"And what does he have to do with this?"
"He's connected to the Web of Life."
"Do you know who he is?"
"Jessica, he wears a mask. Obviously, I don't know who he is," Julia replied.
"And your visions?"
"In my visions, his face is never visible," she explained.
"You tried talking to him, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it didn't help much," she turned her back. "He doesn't want me near him."
"What are we going to do?"
"The only thing we can do is wait," Julia declared.
"I'm tired of waiting, Julia. Of doing nothing," Jessica growled. "We lost Peter because we waited."
"We have no other option..."
............
"Keeping her under control is getting harder," Matt said.
"We can't go on like this."
"I know..." he sighed. "But we don't have a choice."
"Yes, we do, Cap, and you know it," Matt shot back. "But it's going to be complicated."
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"I found out who she is," Matt replied. "Take her to prison, like we did with Fisk."
"Black Cat doesn't seem like the kind of person who goes around revealing her identity."
"Someone has to know."
"Peter knew, and he's dead," Cap said. "We have no leads."
"We need to get her to show up in civilian form. If she's in the same place as us, I could recognize her easily," Matt confessed.
"How would you recognize her?"
"By her heartbeat," he explained. "That's how I knew Peter was Spider-Man," he recalled fondly.
"I have an idea, but it might not work..." he whispered.
"I'm listening."
"A party," he said.
"A party?" Matt repeated.
"Yeah, a party," he confirmed. "If she wants to be like Kingpin, then she surely has influence," he looked at him. "And that's where I say it might not work because it's just a hunch," he spoke coldly. "But I believe Black Cat is someone from high society."
"What makes you think that?"
"When we helped Spider-Man," he began, "I overheard something. She was talking about their... encounters, let's say," he sighed. "She called Peter's apartment a dump and said her closet alone was bigger than the whole place," he explained.
"We have no choice but to follow that hunch, Cap," Matt replied. "But we need help to get the millionaires into that party."
"Stark."
"Exactly."
"I refuse," he replied. "Asking Stark for help will only inflate his ego and arrogance," he crossed his arms.
"Do you know someone as influential as Stark?" he asked.
"I don't know if she's as influential, but I know she's part of high society," he answered.
"Tell me her name."
"Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock. But maybe you know her as Psylocke."